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ng and lamenting, like the strings of a witch's harp being pulled, holding him back from leaving.His eyes grew even wilder, unable to control himself. He bit down hard on her neck, leaving a deep mark...Two little children's eyes sparkled like stars plucked from the sky and placed in their sockets!The audience was so enthusiastic, Rong Ling could not help but reciprocate. He grabbed the woman who was...